They're bacccckkkkk!
I can't keep track of all of my complaints.
I may have posted that I've been having sensitivity on my right flank? Doc put me on an anti-viral in case it was the shingles coming back. I finished that round of medicine maybe a week ago?
Yesterday, the blisters finally popped up...so I have no idea what to do with these things if the anti-virals didn't knock them out.
Oh, and my eye injection that I had a week or two ago? I still can't fucking see.
Want more complaints?
I haven't been outside in the yard all winter. Went out there today because the weather is warm. The neighbors yard looks like the worst "hood" imaginable, and their fucking garbage has blown into every nook and cranny next to my house and in my yard. So I'm going to have to get out there and pick up their shit.
Oh, and their dogs shit in our side yard 20 or 30 times, so I have to get in my summer shape soon so I can heave the huge piles of dogshit off my shovel, and onto their roof and driveway...like I always do. 
Oh yeah...I saw a rat (I think it was a rat) run into their garage...that has no fucking garage door on it.
I don't know why a rat would be over there, except for maybe the over 20 bags of fucking garbage that they have piled into their garage. Because, you know, it's easier to just fucking throw garbage into your garage than it is to bring it to the curb, like us normal low-lives do.
I'm hoping their rats invade our house so I can post about that too.
Well, at least we are not at risk anymore of their trampoline springs flying off and piercing our skulls. Know why? Know what she fucking did yesterday? She unhooked the trampoline planform from the legs, AND STOOD A 14 FOOT TRAMPLOLINE ON IT'S EDGE AGAINST THEIR GARAGE. I'm sure the wind won't pick up that fucker and sail it like a fucking massive frisbee into the side of our house. I'm absolutely sure of it.
My wife made a nice little "memorial" in our yard with all of the trampoline springs that flew over here, seeking out a human body to pierce.
I've got so much work to do this spring, and I'm not up to it.
I'm going to have to hire a "pool boy" or something.
Getting old fucking blows...I feel emasculated because I'm not the man I used to be.
It's a bad feeling...I used to work outside for 14 hours straight...relatively recently too.
Is that enough whining for you? Do I sound bitter?
Post your own complaints below. I probably won't respond because I have to get my ass in gear and get busy...but I'll read any responses later, and quietly sit here and feel bad for you.
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If the recipient of this unexpected "gift" is not pleased, they may dispose of it rather than even try to find the owners.
Thought I had it bad, appears I'm pretty lucky. Ranting getting things off your chest can be healthy. 
Lucky, no shit, almost IDENTICAL to the crap we suffered from our neighbors for the past four years. We finally SOLD our house and moved into an apartment. 
Heaven! 
How was your day?
Deep breaths!!!
